365 DAYS OF WINTER by Saniya Shaikh

365 DAYS OF WINTER

                                                  By Saniya Shaikh

The snow glows white on the mountain today

Not a footprint to be seen

The winter’s coming in

And ‘tis a good place to begin

I love to peragrate

While the large bears hibernate

Everyone is freezing

The wind is breezing

And we all wear architect’s caps

To make snow man in nature’s lap

The nights are so long

And short is the day

The winters coming in and

It’s a good place to begin

So hoaxes could you make the winter

Just as long as I wear all my sweaters

Just till I finish my snowman’s task

Is 365 days of winter too much to ask for?

The Broken Spring by Master V. Durgadas

The Broken Spring

Master V. Durgadas

Lying in the bed

With my broken leg

Spring came outside

With a lot of joy for all

The vivid canvas which

I can see through the window

Might’ve been painted by

The spring moon yesterday

There are birds chirping and jumping

From branch to branch

In the bright colourful morning

Which now just bloomed off

With diverse hues

Taken from the rainbow at the horizon

But I am in the house with my broken leg

I saw butterflies around

The  flowers for the nectar

Every one enjoying the spring

By playing and chattering each other

But only thing I could do is 

To enjoy through the window

The beautiful blue sky

Filled hope in my eyes

And the calming breeze consoled

For every one it is a fabulous spring

But for me, it’s a broken spring.

Again and Again it Comes by Kumari Devika K. Lyju

Again and Again it Comes

Kumari Devika K. Lyju

When it was the summer,

I searched for tree for shade.

But I found the stooping kins

Searching for the trickle of water.

The earth was wrinkled,

Like the grandmother.

When the first sweet drop

Fell on my face

I was happy that

‘twas going to blossom.

When the sweet drops

Kissed the ground,

The buds buried under

The rotten memories came above.

The wee tits sings from the yew

Whose searing leaves now full of dew.

 The scuttle changeth the spring, made me whine.

Which maketh the leaves, weary red.

The brook turned red, the trees turned bare

With the falling of leaves.

At last my friends, the snowmen came

When the snowflakes started falling.

And then oozed down

When the sun sheen in the sky

Which made me cry for a long.

The only thing I could do is,

To let out a sigh 

And wait until it come again. 

AUTUMN by Master Sreerag P.

AUTUMN

Master Sreerag P.

The fall is near and the birds do know,

That there will be frost and winter ahead

The leaves are left brown,

Like the golden crown of the princess of the nature.

The trees are bright, and the leaves are less

But they stand in pride and might

The ponds and lakes so blue and light

That the leaves couldn’t resist a swim

And that when they do, make a beautiful smile

On every face, big or small

The Winter is ahead and

Shelter to be made,

The bird’s nest is finishing

And the basement becomes a cave.

The season of blossom and cheer,

Bring hope of a future bright

To whom it may ever be needing,

The Autumn is cheering.